August Macke Portrait with Apples 1909 oil on canvas Lenbachhaus, Munich |
Giovanni Martinelli Flora ca. 1650 oil on canvas Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
Édouard Manet Young Woman with a Pitcher ca. 1858-60 oil on canvas Ordrupgaard Art Museum, Copenhagen |
Lovis Corinth Wilhelmine with Cat 1924 oil on canvas Landesmuseum, Hannover |
Alessandro Casolani Young Woman contemplating a Skull ca. 1570-90 oil on canvas Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen |
Josef Christ Self Portrait 1758 oil on canvas Staatsgalerie, Stuttgart |
Onorio Marinari Judith with the Head of Holofernes ca. 1680 oil on canvas Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
Giovanni Domenico Cerrini (il Cavalier Perugino) Salome with the Head of John the Baptist ca. 1660 oil on canvas National Gallery, Athens |
Anonymous Netherlandish Artist Virgin and Child in Crescent Moon ca. 1490 oil on panel Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
Defendente Ferrari Virgin and Child ca. 1520 tempera on panel Národní Galerie, Prague |
François Perrier Silenus with the Infant Bacchus (antique sculpture, now in the Louvre) 1638 etching Hamburger Kunsthalle |
Frederic Leighton Athlete wrestling with a Python 1888-91 marble statue Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Auguste Rodin Man with Serpent 1885 plaster statuette Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts |
Jan Gossaert Mary Magdalen ca. 1525-30 oil on panel Museum of Fine Arts, Boston |
Gabriël Metsu Public Notary ca. 1653 oil on panel Leiden Collection, New York |
Jusepe de Ribera Euclid ca. 1630-35 oil on canvas Getty Museum, Los Angeles |
Auguste Toulmouche Reading Lesson 1865 oil on canvas Museum of Fine Arts, Boston |
To Some I have Talked with by the Fire
While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes,
My heart would brim with dreams about the time
When we bent down above the fading coals
And talked of the dark folk who live in souls
Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;
And talked of the dark folk who live in souls
Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;
And of the wayward twilight companies
Who sigh with mingled sorrow and content,
Because their blossoming dreams have never bent
Under the fruit of evil and of good:
And of the embattled flaming multitude
Who rise, wing above wing, flame above flame,
Who sigh with mingled sorrow and content,
Because their blossoming dreams have never bent
Under the fruit of evil and of good:
And of the embattled flaming multitude
Who rise, wing above wing, flame above flame,
And, like a storm, cry the Ineffable Name,
And with the clashing of their sword-blades make
And with the clashing of their sword-blades make
A rapturous music, till the morning break
And the white hush end all but the loud beat
And the white hush end all but the loud beat
Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.
– W.B. Yeats (1893)